August 26, 2006

As I was sitting on a wooden bench at the park. I heard the bluejays twittering about very close to me. Just above my head on the branch of an old banyan tree, an owl had made its nest, which had come out, and warning the people that the night is approaching.

I got up, stretched my arms and yawned. Then I lay down on the soft green grass, which was as soft as a baby's skin. But then I remembered I had come for my walk, so I had to get up and start walking. As I was walking on the endless path, I witnessed the panoramic scenario of the lush green grass in the field that was as velvety as the soft fur of a rabbit.

I passed from a low archway of bamboo trees. These were blocking the sunlight and making a cool shady tunnel. As I came out from the tunnel I was attracted towards the white blossoms, which looked like the white clouds that had descended from the sky. They also reminded me of my mother's favourite perfume.

I went a bit further and saw a long row of orange trees on either side of the path. I plucked an orange. It was fresh, juicy and tasty. The orange horizon turned crimson and soon it was dark.

I was having so much fun and engrossed in the beauty of nature but now I had to go back home, as it was getting dark.

I went on the side where the grass was lush green and velvety, took off my delicate slippers and stood there for a while. Greenery was soothing to my eyes and mind. I had forgotten that I had to

go home. But when the owl hooted, I remembered that I had to go home.

I reluctantly put my slippers on and raced to the canteen where I had a cold drink with my parents and took a last look at the fountain and went home tired but happy.

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